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September 25, 2011

I.

A black cloud is lifted 
this time around and I
vow quietly to hold my
friend more closely
more gently
more reverently.
 
II.
A short talk in a long line with a woman I do not know
revealing the difficulties of her life:
the negative husband, the elderly mother.
We had a heart-to-heart just like that
and now she is dear to me, though I do not
have her name.  I am thankful once again
for the many gifts of my life.

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